[Fan Fiction] I Hope You Know, Your Name is Mud [Aicle, Scrap]
"...Just ignore the camera. Trust me, you won't regret it later." the blond guitarist half-laughed, half-purred. Emiru watched him cautiously from the floor. His eyes flicked between Rubi and the electronic device on his desk. He smiled weakly, gesturing for Rubi to come back to him. This wasn't a good idea anymore, despite what Rubi had said. Yes, he trusted the blond, but actual recorded evidence of their actions was frightening. Even though he was sure nobody else could see it, their relationship was a dream-like one, filled with heavy physical involvement. This uneasy feeling was pushed away, however, by those calloused finger tips that had began to traverse across his skin. Emiru was coaxed backwards, his hips swiftly pinned down.
They shouldn't be doing this in a public apartment. The walls were too paper-thin, the hour too early. Rubi's hands were too fast, too arousing. The red recording light of the digital camera was the last clear thing Emiru saw before he gave in completely.
Note: This was suppose to be longer, but I never got around to it and I decided that like it how it is...
They shouldn't be doing this in a public apartment. The walls were too paper-thin, the hour too early. Rubi's hands were too fast, too arousing. The red recording light of the digital camera was the last clear thing Emiru saw before he gave in completely.
Note: This was suppose to be longer, but I never got around to it and I decided that like it how it is...